I wonder if I'll ever make a recovery? Or shall I spend the rest of my life in therapy? Can I wait for new seating at the end of the semester When I can move away from your corpse, all a-fester?

Were you lying when you said you weren't coming back in fall? I was hoping you'd cease to exist at all. Although, what shall I write about when you are gone? Shall I complain of Vermin or Devil's Spawn?

Every night, I pray to sweet Bono That one day you'll die of pneumonia or mono.

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